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What Time Is It?

Poetry
  On the pear tree at six the blackbird speaks. He talks of no creation that we, translated to his…

The Man from Perugia

Poetry
  Pietro di Cristoforo Vannucci kept a bowl Of herbs which flourished by his window. Morning light Discovered him in…

Friends

Poetry
  We look at each other through glasses, now: Your mouth’s ravines match mine. The cross-hatching of your cheeks is…

Three Poems

Poetry
Dis The obvious story, my darling, is that Dis caught you into his dark kingdom. I don’t know where I…

Labrys Child

Poetry
  Well grown I am the axe of two horns born of beast hair and her sharp flesh The pretty…

Two Poems

Poetry
Discordia She watches the night. Free leaves spin in furious circles and tap the glass that harbours him. A gust…

Chest of Drawers

Poetry
  She speaks to the postman frequently, gives him small jars of cloudy honey at Christmas and invites him in…

Two Poems

Poetry
Small Explosions (For Nia and Conor) Don’t bother acting the maggot in the house of the dead. Go soak the…

Hot Air

Poetry
  I bellow, I beef, I accost. I hit an’ act ill, I deny an’ defy an’ go deep. My…

Fenians

Poetry
  It’s the back end of a summer in the early nineteen sixties. We are waiting, the three of us,…

The Return

Poetry
  I woke and found the jade back in my palm and scrambled out of bed. Lock by lock I…

Fleming Ward

Poetry
  That night, with thirty-nine degrees stoking my brain, I heard a seagull in the dialysis machine opposite – it…

Serenade

Poetry
  Sound was the first I knew of him. That almost wordless nasal moan rose like a shadow of singing…

Josiah Wedgwood (1730-95)

Poetry
  All is in retrospect ...     – Katherine Mansfield And there’s his likeness: ‘Vase-Maker General to the Universe,’…

The Will to Live

Poetry

Ghayth Armanazi, Syrian diplomat and writer, provides a timely extract in translation from this iconic Arabic poem.

Two Poems

Poetry
  Nightwatchman an elegy for my father Mouth set. So far, nought not out, having dabbed at the spinner who’d…

Two Poems

Poetry
  House Dawn not yet and the night still lingers in the cooling air. Outside in the square it is…
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